'I keep telling you, Olivia, call me Colin. Mr Grey sounds so formal. Now, what is it?'
'There's someone down here in the lobby, Mr Grey. She says she needs to see you. She says it's urgent.'
I bite my lip, pensively. She? It must be a woman.
'What's her name? Does she have an appointment?'
'No, Mr Grey, and she won't tell me her name, but she's very insistent. She says she knows you.'
I gaze out of the twentieth-floor window at the vast, sprawling metropolis from behind my vast, sprawling desk and frown. Who